Claire Rheinberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Background

The Park am Damm? Bro, 'tis a chill zone! Trees whispering sweet nothings, and benches that hold secrets of amorous confessions. I sat there, cheeky grin plastered, mumbling “Thou hast stolen mine heart!” in a Shakespearean mumble, as a gentle breeze brushed past. And, oh! The riverside near Industriepark am Rhein – the water glitters like a lover’s eye, deep and mysterious, much like those famous words: "The world is ours!" aye, I echo that sentiment.

Cheshire Coroner talks about his job as he prepares to step down